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The drive back to the Yokimura Grand was a journey through a silent, pressurized tunnel. The plush interior of the car, which had once felt like a sanctuary, now felt like a cage carrying the ghosts of recent violence. Paige sat stiffly beside Reomen, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
Her mind was a relentless reel, replaying the spray of blood, the crack of gunfire, the feel of shattering glass. But more haunting than the violence was the chilling certainty behind it. .
'My father, she thought, the words a dull, aching throb in her skull. He didn't just disown me. He didn't just try to ruin me. He sent men to kill the man I love. He was willing to have me dragged through a bloodbath,' just to force me back into my cage. The betrayal was so profound it felt like a physical coldness in her bones.
